Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Serbia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The American Breed to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
John Holt,
Pere Ubu,
The Standells,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantaleimon,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
F. McDonald,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
The Star Department,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
Country Teasers,
Mandrill,
Groovy Waters,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Das Ding,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.